Ontem andava a arrumar papelada, e tenho a mania de coleccionar cadernos e mais cadernos, bloquinhos e agendinhas, em que vou escrevendo aqui e ali coisas que vejo em jornais, revistas, anúncios, o que for... Coisas que acho bonitas e que vou gostar de reler, um dia mais tarde. Ontem encontrei um caderno antigo com várias coisas, caderno dos tempos de escola, e a letra também denuncia que deve datar de alguns anos. Eis então o que copiei de algures:
To My Child
"Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I'll leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one, if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies and I won't stand over you trying to fix them. Just for this afternoon, I will take us to Macdonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal, so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you. Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite t.v. shows. Just for this evening, when I run my finger through your hair as you pray.
I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothers and fathers who are visiting their childrens graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore. And when I kiss you goodnight, I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day..."
Não sei quem escreveu isto, nem me lembro onde vi... Sei que já deve ter sido há uns bons anos. Mas a única coisa que vejo, realmente, é a minha vontade incontrolável de ser mãe. Crazy!!! Quem é que paí com 16 anos, se põe a copiar textos para se lembrar quando tiver filhos, sei lá, dali a 10 ou 20 anos?!?!?! I have no ideia. Apparently, that would be ME.
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